#feat. yeonjun .ᐟ

[jeongin-lvr]

ׅ⠀⠀ ֺ⠀⠀ ࣭⠀⠀⠀⟡ sloppy, c. yeonjun

꒰ 🗯️ ꒱ 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍，𝗂 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝖻 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝗈𝗌𝗌！𝗃𝗃𝗎𝗇，𝖽𝗈𝗆！𝗒𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗇，𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗒𝗇𝖺𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗌，𝗌𝖾𝗆𝗂－𝗉𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝖾𝗑，𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀，𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀，𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾！𝗃𝗃𝗎𝗇，𝗌𝗂𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄，𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒．UNEDITED.

[ 𝟣．𝟦𝗄 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 ] ★ [ 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 ] ★ [ 𝗆．𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 ]

THE WAY YOUR BOSS treats you is so inappropriate. Your coworkers always tell you, anyway. But you don’t see the harm in what he does at all! Whenever he leaves lingering touches on your arm it’s innocent, and those stare-downs he throws your way are just that! There’s definitely not a hint of anything more behind those moments the both of you share. Mr. Choi is a very nice man who treats you very nicely, especially for a boss. Who are you to complain?

In hallways when you pass by each other he sends you warm smiles and maybe if he’s feeling extra kind, a wink. But when you’re called to his office to offer some help with paperwork or to have a quick chat, your coworkers start to think it’s not as simple as that. Especially after the umpteenth time today! It’s ridiculous at this point how many times you’d been phoned into his office, behind secluded walls, tinted glass door. Leaving everything to the imagination of your colleagues. Can you blame them for being curious? You didn’t care much for their speculations; that being said, you didn’t pay much attention to them anyway.

You didn’t intend on explaining yourself to them nor did you intend on telling them the truth behind those subtle glances and fleeting touches. In the public eye, it just seemed a bit weird, however, being closed doors it was soooo much more complex.

But… they are right about one thing! There’s definitely more to all of it. Getting called to the big, bad bosses office at random hours throughout the day, leaving work at the same time in the same damn car as Mr. Choi, the oddly close relationship. There really wasn’t much effort put into hiding it; stupidly, you denied all the very true rumors and speculation. What else were you to do?

They didn’t need to know any details of all the times you’d spent laid out on your filthy bosses desk, clad in nothing but your glasses and torn panties. Or those times you’d sit prettily under his desk on your calves, stuffing your mouth with his thick length, just trying to help him de stress because he’s such a good boss! He works to hard, you always tell him that. Mr. Choi is sweet with you too, calling you princess, darling, doll… all the sweet pet names under the sun because he can. He dotes on you, and treats you so well. That’s not to say he isn’t filthy with you when it comes to sex— he’ll take you like a drug; cussing and degrading you all while calling you the most beautiful woman in the same sentence. It’s a perfect balance of both, always making your toes curl. Whatever he says goes and your reward is all the benefits of being his star employee. Rides to and from work, extra pay, good dick— what’s not to love?

You’re not even sure how long this has been going on; who’s keeping track anymore? But you’d have to guess not too long after you landed the job… it happened a little too naturally.

One call into his office, a sly glance as he looked you over. Like he had been studying you. Slithering and curling over your body with a daunting gaze of power and intensity. It was hard not to buckle and fold. Mr. Choi just had this natural energy of dominance, so it’s no surprise the way he acts in bed (mostly on top of his work desk). He’s yucky in the best way.

“Sir, s—“ You’re cut off by a sudden thrust upward, your head jolting backward and hitting his firm shoulder with a soft thud. You moan, working yourself out of the fog that slowly diluted your mind.

Mr. Choi leaned back behind you, his chest pressing into your back as he let out a raspy chuckle, amused by the soft sounds of glee that fell past your lips. “What, doll?” His hands slipped up your waist, ignoring the stinging hand prints on your thighs and hips, groping your freed tits with his big, cold hands. The shocking steel of his rings hitting your perked nipples and forcing a gasp out of your throat. The cold jewelry felt stunning, momentarily leaving you frozen.

You recalled all of your coworkers asking you where you disappear to… all their quizzical stares and perplexed questions. You knew they knew. It bugged you that they knew. It didn’t before but for some reason their stares changed. More shameless with their knowledge. Like they were judging you for being so, well, obvious.

New red hickeys decorating your neck every time you left Mr. Choi’s office. Your excuses piled up like tickets. You’re sure there’s not a single excuse you haven’t used yet.

“Speak, darling, tell me what’s on your mind,” Mr, Choi grasped your tit hard, tugging at your nipple as he thrusted upward yet again, resulting in your entire body jolting in shock at the pleasure. Your glasses crooked and fogging now, your cliche red lipstick smeared and decorated over his lips and jaw. It was like a cliche porno. You could almost laugh if it weren’t for the thick inches filling and emptying you over and over. One of your bosses wandering hands slipped off of your tit and gripped your chin, squishing your lips into a stupid pout as he uncomfortably tilted your head backward, giving you a lovely glimpse at his sweaty, stoic face. His eyebrows scrunched and his full lips pulled into a parted O. He looked at you expectantly, still awaiting your response.

“Sir, m’ worried,” You paused, chasing your breath desperately, “S-someone will hear—“

He scoffed in your face, making you feel small and pathetic. Your eyes fluttering as he continued to pump himself up into you. The sounds of your leaky, full pussy sucking his deliciously thick dick was nasty and made your mind spin endlessly. Your eyes almost crossing as you fought for your consciousness.

“Who fuckin’ cares, doll?” Mr. Choi gripped your face harder, “Let them hear.”

“B-but—“

Your boss groaned, sloppily leaning in for your lips, kissing you as if he just wanted you to shut up (he did). You reciprocated instantly, melting into him in every single way. Your knees ached from how you sat propped over him, your eyes burned with a wave of intensely pleasured tears, every inch of your body was sore.

“M’ your boss, baby, you don’t gotta worry about nothing…” He spoke into your mouth, his movements jerky now, everything so sloppy and dirty. You felt arousal pool down your legs, probably staining his seat a deeper shade. The way he spoke was so reassuring, or maybe you’re just too fucked out to argue. Your body spoke for you, pussy clenching hard around him, moving back down on his pretty dick.

Mr. Choi chuckled as he pulled out of your kiss. Despite how messy the moment was, he somehow looked relatively put together in his neatly pressed suit, his somehow still sexy even though you’d run your fingers through the hair and ruined the product more times than you could count. Your eyes were unfocused but you could very clearly still make out the decoration of bright red lipstick all over your flushed skin. His white button down just a tad disheveled and his tie loosened.

You whisper now, “You’re the boss…”

“Yeah, and you’re m’ fucking you,” Yeonjun laughed almost in disbelief, “So that means you d-don’t have to worry your pretty lil head.”

You nodded dumbly, engulfed in the pleasure now, “Yes, sir.”

“Yeah, that’s right, beautiful,” He wrapped his hands around your waist, upping his pace while panting into your ear, “Let em all hear how good I fuck my pretty girl…” He growled now, his hands tight as he pulled you up and down his dick, ignoring your whimpers of how overstimulating it was. Mr. Choi watched your ass bounce on his thick length, the slight divot and arch in your back capturing his attention. You naked and laid out for him so nicely while he sat dressed apart from his cock had to be the best part. It was you at his mercy. Completely and totally for his pleasure.

Your moans became higher, quicker, deep from within your tummy as he filled you. You felt that hot and heavy ball of your orgasm fill your lower stomach, swelling and swelling as his leaky tip hit your g-spot over and over again. One hit after the other leaving your eyes fluttering as you allowed yourself to get overwhelmed. Your red hot nails digging into his wrist, panting his name and endless pleas.

“Yeah? Do I fuck ya real good, darling? Mm, tell me how good it feels. Be as loud as you want, ah, let everyone hear ya.”

Your bosses potty mouth only send vibrations to your core, every movement he made was overwhelming your senses in a way you couldn’t explain. You couldn’t even begin to speak without being interrupted by your own moans. Mr. Choi grabbed your waist, swiftly standing in one fluid, hurried motion. He quickly laid you backward onto his desk, not minding anything in the way, letting pens and paper fall to the floor in a mess.

The new angle was providing you with sensations you’d never felt before. Your eyes were crossing, vision blurry. His movements only increased, quicker, needier. Everything he gave you was perfection, hitting and grinding and rubbing against every part of you so nicely. You whisper his name, begging for something, anything. Silent ‘sirs’ falling past your lips, only making his lips curl.

“Yes, sir, fuck me s-so good!” Any thoughts you had about anyone hearing was forgotten now. Pleasure controlled you; mouth running in babbling moans as your nails began to dig into the fabric of his shirt.

Mr. Choi curled his fingers around your jaw, tilting your head upward to get access to your sensitive neck, covering your skin in spit and sloppy kisses.

Your glasses, foggy and lopsided, began to fall backward until they lay crooked on your forehead, only making your boss smile. He was amused by your disheveled state, clearly. Enraptured by how simple it was to get you off.

He kissed your neck, then your collarbone, anywhere your skin gave him access. He mumbled against your skin, “My pretty little slut, can’t get enough of th-this pussy… mm, so good to your boss.” He nibbled on the flesh of your breast, sucking a deep, dark circle into your skin just to listen to how you whimpered.

“S-sir, I’m g’na— fuck!” Your eyes rolled and your mouth widened before you could even manage to get the words out.

“Go ahead,” He coerced with a smirk, his full lips pressing into your skin as he thrusted into you deeper. He watched you unravel with hungry eyes, surely not ready to give up the sight of you falling apart. He didn’t even blink, his eyes burned, but he didn’t care. He needed to see you cum on his cock. He wanted it so badly. “Squeezing me so tight— fuck, baby, good girl…” He managed to rip himself away from your skin, grinning so widely as he peered down at where your bodies met. A gorgeous ring of white around his dick as he pumped into you, your back arching and face scrunched.

Your hand pressed into his chest, tugging at his tie desperately to try and get him to slow down. Only it seemed to do the opposite. He sped up his pace with a grin, maniacally thrusting into you.

“Oh, but m’ not done, sweetheart,” He gripped your wrist as you whined, “My turn now, okay? Let me handle it…”

[shoota4ning]

જ⁀➴. BEWITCHED ✶

𐙚 synopsis. while running away from her ex-boyfriend, yn kisses a stranger, effectively ruining his date and stealing his first kiss.

𐙚 pairings. kai x grocery employee!reader

𐙚 feat. txt members, seunghan, chenle, heeseung, chaehyun, haewon, sakura, shownu.

𐙚 genre. smau, crack, fluff, non-idol au

𐙚 status. on hiatus !

𐙚 date. 7/1/24 — tbd

𐙚 byr. definitely cursing, bullying ( lovingly ), probably kys jokes, maybe mentions of drug usage ( not reader )... umm maybe don’t read if your under 14... also don’t let the banner fool you this is a very unserious smau

യ ⋆ you’re not even gone,

i already miss you ୧ ‧₊˚

!★☆ ──── profiles

# free seunghan | hiroshi haters

!☆★ ──── chapters

⭑ one .ᐟ park seojoon fans RISE !!!

⭑ two .ᐟ beomgyu brainrot language

⭑ three .ᐟ heeseung’s weed = gay thoughts

⭑ four .ᐟ 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴hyun

⭑ five .ᐟ saiki yn

⭑ six .ᐟ the downfall of choi yeonjun

⭑ seven .ᐟ swagatron more like catatron

⭑ eight .ᐟ lip virginity stealer meets blonde

𐙚 taglist. send an ask !

@kyanmeai @whippedforbeomgyu @kaisdefender @s0urcherry @dudekiss3r @miyawwn @nshmurarki

[jeongin-lvr]

💭 ׄ ︵͡ speak up, c. yeonjun

꒰ 🗯️ ꒱ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀！𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅，𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄，𝗒𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇，𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽，𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗎𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇，𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗂𝖺，𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀，unedited．

[ 𝟫𝟤𝟪 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 ] ☆ [ 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 ] ☆ [ 𝗆．𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 ]

"𝗗𝗔𝗗𝗗𝗬－ 𝗗－" Your voice was melodic; simply hypnotizing. It had Yeonjun biting his lip and itching to hear more, dick pressing deep into you, his hands on your thighs to keep them well spread so he could reach as deep into your sopping pussy as he could. You whimpered into his broad chest, tears smeared down your face while the once gorgeous makeup you wore diluted into a smudged mess.

"You're alright, you're alright," Yeonjun comforted in a soft coo. When you arched your back like that he had to stare— and he stared hard. Watching how your tits jutted out so prettily, how the dip of your back came off the mattress in a bridge shape. Especially how your thighs shook from the pleasure he was providing you; dragging his cock in and out of you quickly, hard too just so he could watch how you gasped.

"You're doing so good," Yeonjun chuckled, "Dick that good, baby? Daddy's dick make you feel good?"

You desperately nodded yet at the same time tears pricked down the side of your face.

Yeonjun smirked, arms on either side of your head as he rammed his hips into you at a pace you couldn't understand how he was maintaining. He was relentless; you'd think after three orgasms he'd be done. But he just wanted to see how far he could push you before you were shaking and prying him off with big, pretty, fat tears spilling down your face by the bucket-load.

"Mmh! Full— it's so full!" You gasped out when his tip breached a new spot inside of you. Your breath catching your throat, choking as you cling onto his back with your digits digging into his pale, heated skin. Yeonjun winced, addicted to the way you moaned, the random filthy words leaving your pretty, innocent jaws. How your tongue would swirl out the corners, how your drool spilled past your chin.

"I know, I know," Yeonjun let you babble. All he needed was to feel you. He knew he had it in him to last as long as he needed; his stamina relentless as he pounded into you with sharp, hard smacks, "Pussy so good for me, baby, so, so good. Practically made for my dick. Fuck, so warm and wet... so good f'me."

His hot breath pooled at the base your neck, making you shiver at his words. It was beginning to grow overwhelming. All your prior orgasms were clouding your mind and it was like the ceiling was dropping over you. It was like your brain was fuzzy and every word he whispered nastily into your ear was 10 times louder than it actually was.

"Daddy! W-wait— no, no!" Yeonjun was spitting directly onto your cunt now, though it really didn't need the extra lubrication. He was simply just addicted to the squelch of your bodies meeting from the slick. Yeonjun tilted his head back with a long groan as he felt the hot slick fall down your pussy in a thick glob, making the pleasure of being connected to you all the more intense. He let his thumb rest in your clit, making you jerk and scream, "Can't! No! Too much! S' too— nghh!"

Yeonjun shook his head, letting his thick black hair coat the vision of his eyes. He listened to you ramble, hips shaky and voice twisting around every syllable.

"No, no! Please no more, daddy," You pleaded as sobs left your throat, "Too much— it hurts!"

Yeonjun didn't stop though; hips slapping harder at the sound of your pretty cries. They blessed his ears, tender words desperate and lost. Your big Bambi eyes bearing up at him, blotched with tears in your eyelashes and at the corners of your irises. He wasn't going to stop; besides, that wasn't the safe-word, was it?

"That didn't sound like the safe word, Angel," Yeonjun sounded so condescending, tucking hair behind your ears as he cooed at you, "Besides I know you can take it. Just relax. See? You're doing so good, pretty little thing."

You whimpered into his shoulder, his arms wrapping around your torso, holding you still and squished against his chest. You could hear the rapid beat of his heart into your ear, how his breath caught in his throat each time you whimpered his name.

"Feels weird— m' gonna— daddy, please, please, plea—" You entire body shook, head harshly dipping back into the pillow, hands clasping around his bicep in an attempt to ground yourself. You were floating as your entire body quaked. Yeonjun felt your cunt clench harshly around him, making him suddenly moan out in a shaky tone. Yeonjun watched your cunt spasm around him; this time, instead of seeing your pretty cum gush in gorgeous globs of pearl, your pussy squirted thick ropes of clear liquid along his tummy. He gawked at you, staring between your twisted face and your messy cunt.

You whimpered, limp like a doll as he slowed his hips, enamored by the mess you made.

"Oh, that was so fucking good, sweetheart," Yeonjun praised immediately, pulling out as he felt his orgasm tip over, jerking himself off until he finished all over your abused tummy, letting it drip onto your pussy in intricate rivers through your folds, "See that, baby? Took me so good you made a mess," Yeonjun was so giddy with himself, pecking your fucked out lips. You couldn't even kiss back, twisting in his arms and clinging to him like a koala, "Daddy knows your body better than you do."

[jeongin-lvr]

cw. fingering, tutor/smart girl reader, fuckboy yeonjun who’s kinda mean

FUCKBOY YEONJUN and his sudden and very apparent obsession with you; the girl who always looks so pretty during lectures and in the halls around campus. he can’t help but find an intrigue in the way you walked, the way you answered questions in class with a little bit of a know-it-all tone, even how you swiped lip gloss across your lips. he’s sworn he’s never been this hot and bothered about someone before. so what else is he to do than pursue you? he wastes no time approaching you within a few days of noticing you, almost embarrassing himself as he attempts to fluster you— earn some kind of approval yet all he got was a simple stare and then a nod. like he was crazy, like he was the weird one. oh, and that hurt his precious ego a bit too hard.

so maybe he’ll approach you again but this time he’s asking for some tutoring lessons— something to boost his grade in the class, all the while you stare at him with those absent eyes, jaw widened in an almost “are you done” quirk upward. Yeonjun barely gets his proposition out before you’re questioning him, why suddenly? tutoring sessions in the middle of the semester? “are you gonna help me or not, sweetheart?” he watches the way your eyebrows scrunch and it almost sets him off again. but Yeonjun has a little more composure than he thought and simply waited for a response. “okay, fine,” he grinned, brain already twisting with the thoughts and ideas of what he wanted to do. he’s already got you in his clutches, he just needs to find some sort of bait to keep you inside.

He’s sitting beside you in the library, bored out of his mind as you try to teach him something about something, he doesn’t care much to focus. When you agreed to tutoring him he assumed it was because you were interested— little did he know you took things very literally, especially college. So he watched with vacant eyes as your pretty, well-manicured nails dragged along the paper, underlining every word he needed to know, every vocabulary he should have memorized by now. His mind playing the nastiest scenarios of you; thinking of ways he could get you, all the scenarios playing out in his mind like a movie. Until your fingers snap in front of his eyes, snapping him out of those lewd thoughts. Your eyes are stern and its like you know exactly what he’s thinking; the glare you hold almost having Yeonjun act up, he almost grabs your thigh, he realizes he could just proposition these thoughts, it’s on the tip of his tongue. “Pay attention, stupid.” Your words make him run his tongue along his teeth; really? Stupid?

So you go back to instructing him, acting all better and smarter than him, you wouldn’t mind if he ran his fingers up your thigh, right? His touch jolts you out of focus, so suddenly that you stammer over your words; that’s the first time he’s ever heard you stutter like that. Were you suddenly nervous? Yeonjun watched your expression, a once serious stare was now replaced with pink cheeks and scrunched eyebrows, trying to keep up that nonchalant attitude. But he could almost see your composure crack. The feigning sound of your authorstive voice melt into a soft mutter. His fingertips wandered even further, half-expecting you to push him off, but you never did. He abused this, flicking the hem of your skirt up to he could feel the plush fat of your thighs under his palms. “I’m paying very good attention, sweetheart.” Yeonjun’s voice is full of malice, his smirk apparent on his plush lips. It’s a whisper but this whisper is cocky and you hate it. “Keep reading.”

Keep reading? Keep reading— is he serious? He asked for your help and he’s demanding shit from you? How dare— you let out a swift, unstoppable whimper as his fingers push against your clothed pussy hard. He chuckles as he feels you tense up; drawing his fingers in circles around your entrance, stopped only by the cotton fabric of your pink panties. You turn your head to him and see that smirk on his face, it’s sick but only because you hate the smugness of it. He’s prideful that he finally got the girl who showed little to know interest in him. Did he really though? You remained as steady as you could but slowly your composure cracked… every word you spoke every line, every stupid paragraph you read caused your demeanor to slip.

“You’re stuttering a lot,” Yeonjun observed aloud, “You nervous?” The pads of his fingers grazed your clit, then again, “You’re not as smart as you think, babe.” You want to turn and tell him to back off but then feeling of his touch was too good to pass up. The rumors you’d heard about him— the rumors of him being a flirt, a playboy, a no good tramp. Those were all true. You’d sworn off any advances he’d ever made on you, and the intensity of it has boiled over the edge. He’s getting what he wanted and you weren’t inclined to stop him at this point. Besides, what’s the harm in a little fun?

“Read it again,” Yeonjun grits his teeth as he bends you over the table, skirt flipped up. The library was closed way beyond its usual hours. It’s dark and the only light is from the stupid little lamp at the table, illuminating over your features for only Yeonjun to see. “Again.” He stuffs himself into you so well it’s almost surreal. You shook your head and cried, “Can’t— Yeonjun, p-please!” He simply clicks his tongue and groans, holding your hips steady as he pulls himself back again, painfully slow. His cock fit so tightly into you it was almost choking him; you wailed into the wet, tear stained paper of his textbook, annotated with notes that you had no care to show him again. “Mmm, you can. I need to memorize it don’t I? So read it for me. Hurry up.” Yeonjun snaps his hips into you again, harsh slap of his skin meeting yours making you shiver. Your eyes glaze over the dumb algebraic equation, the words highlighted in neon yellow, blurry in your vision. You squinted your eyes and in a whiny, dumb voice you read out loud.

“There ya go,” He patted your butt, chuckling at the way you shook from his touch, “M’ learning so much…”

[jeongin-lvr]

idk why but this pic is… it’s making me think about soob & yeonjun as frat boys (my guilty pleasure istg) TW. toxic behaviors, mentions of alcohol, smut.

💭 . ⌢ FRATBOY SOOBIN… he presents as the sweetest, kindest boy alive. He’ll give you gifts and flirt with you like an idiot, playing the role of the perfect boy. The perfect love interest. Of course, it’s all for even the slightest opportunity to get in your pants. He’s secretly a freak, I fear. He honestly can’t go a single day without getting his dick wet somehow, he’ll find a way. You happen to be his pleasure at the moment. But it’ll be gone relatively quick; he moves on fast. It doesn’t take long to have you falling for him at all, him with his dark hair and pretty brown eyes, it’s hard not to. He’s just got this male love interest vibe, and you know he’s just like the rest but there’s this odd glimmer of hope.

He sweet talks his way through life, using that face of his to get to things he wants (can you blame him?). Soobin can simply give you a wink with that bunny-like smile of his and suddenly you’re in his bed, the smell of sweat and sex stronger than that of the alcohol you both drank beforehand. It’s drunken and intense, like the air was heavy and crushing your body beneath it. Soobin doesn’t waste time before he’s unsheathing himself, you drool at the sight of his cock; he smirks because he knows he’s big and he also knows the effect he has on people. That sweet boy persona isn’t around anymore, at least not now. He’s getting just what he wanted, there’s no need to pretend anymore. So he’ll wrap his arm around your waist and flip you in any positions he can; his favorite is dragging you on his lap, telling you to “go on and sit” because he just loves watching you struggle. And by struggle, I mean struggle. He’s big and sitting on his cock makes him feel even bigger. It’s filling, every inch makes you cry, your smaller hands clutching at his shoulders, yours eyes twinkling wet with teardrops. Maybe Soobin is feeling extra mean and he’ll coerce you with crude nicknames. If he’s tipsy he’ll get bolder and fuck up into you when you’ve got him halfway down. And he’ll be sure to do it with the nastiest smirk on his pink lips. It’s hard to believe such a cute, innocent face could be so cruel like this. But he’ll make sure to make the night worthwhile after your struggle; gripping your waist with his big hands, holding you in place as he relentlessly fucks up into you, letting out all the sounds he wants (mostly watered-down whines).

“Wus’ the matter? Speak up, use your words,” He’d tease, rubbing his big hand up and down your thigh while he slowly sunk into you. The stretch was always, always, always drunkening, torturous. Tears always burned your eyes and stung your skin; he was condescending and that made it even worse. You coughed and sobbed, “More? Is that what you’re trying to say? Baby, you gotta use that mouth of yours or I’ll give it a different purpose…”

Afterward, he’ll play boyfriend, at the expense of your feelings. It’s sweet little coos of, “That was so good, wasn’t it? You feel okay? Aw, you’re tired, that’s okay, you can sleep.” But if you close your eyes make sure you know that he’ll be gone by the next morning and that’ll be the last and only time you’ll ever even speak to him again. For Soobin it was just a night— all the moments before, the sweet-talking and little flirtatious jokes beforehand, those were simply par for the course. You’ll understand, right?

💬. ⌢ FRATBOY YEONJUN… honestly can’t be bothered to chase girls because the girls will chase him, instead. He’s just naturally charming, it doesn’t matter what he says or how he says it, he’ll always have a few girls in his roster. When you find yourself being one of those girls in his lineup, you honestly don’t even care because he’s The Choi Yeonjun. This guys’ never even had a real, down-to-earth relationship; he doesn’t want one. He doesn’t pay much attention to you unless he wants something, and he definitely isn’t treating you like his girlfriend. You’re more of a fun accessory, something to keep him busy. You’re both very much in the agreement that this is not a relationship, it’s whatever is the opposite of that… at least in the beginning. You can’t help but be intoxicated by the things he says; the ways he acts, dresses, speaks, touches. God, the way he touches is intense even in the slightest ways. Yeonjun kind of can always tell when people start catching feelings; I mean, the signs are all there. You wouldn’t know it but he’s attentive and very observant. He notices. And that’s when he exchanges you, like a refund, almost. It’s gross and toxic but he never claimed to be a nice guy.

He doesn’t take his time with you either— he jumps straight in. It’s sex and the smell of alcohol and irresponsibility every time you two are together. Yeonjun will call you during the most random hours. Saying the magical words “I need you” and you’re suddenly in his bed, breathless, naked, drunken on each other. Honestly, it’s scary how quickly he can get you like this, ravaged and out of it. Your thighs ache, it’s the best kind of ache, though. It’s endless. His stamina is higher than ever; cock pulsing in you, pricking and prodding at that sweet gummy spot inside of you each time his hips are flush with yours. Never enough time to feel it before he’s doing it again, and again, and again. The entire time he’s smiling, every time he comes it’s euphoric. His smile widens, mouth agape, lips wet and shiny, eyes fluttering as his head tilts further back. You’re beginning to think he’s a sex fiend, searching for more and more release, that end goal of climaxing. Yeonjun won’t even stop to give himself a break before he’s rutting back into you, fucking like a rabbit in heat. You’re gripping his shoulders, burying your face in your neck because he truly doesn’t give a shit how overstimulated or lost you are; your nails could be piercing his flesh and he’d just moan. He’ll fuck you anywhere he can get you; his dorm room, an empty lecture hall, the public bathrooms… in the bushes behind the campus building. Let’s just say if he sees you he’s taking his chance to get you. And afterward he’ll zip up his pants and give you a half-hearted wink before walking away, leaving you bereft and sunken on the floor, panting and knees shaky from a climax. Totally the type to take pictures or film the two of you to keep for later; might show it to a few friends… Soobin and Beomgyu are just curious about the girls he’s fucking! Maybe they’ll get a taste too.

“You’re so easy, ____,” Yeonjun spits, your body bent against the wall, cheek pressing into the cold tile of the closet walls. The door isn’t even fully closed all the way… you just know someone could catch you— slip in, see how his cock drilled into you like a bullet. You preened at this, shuddering out moans, “Always so fuckin’ wet f’me… clenching like a slut— ah, fuck, you’re a whore! Should I take some pics of your ass to show Soobin later? Hm?”

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Stop adding gasoline to my thoughts.😵‍💫

Ikr. Yeonjun is frat boy coded + I just love his mouth ( both verbally and physically ) and him giving head is another realm's Roman empire and hin being petty and a hard dom is-

That gaze while he watches you strip for him?

His tits are my favourite too.😵‍💫

All in all, my ult bias is like everything to me.

He's the apple of my eye🥺❤️

literally had to sit and marinate with this for a while because this made me ***** 😭

the first two pics: makes me think about fwb yeonjun who is lowkey toxic… he spends nights with other girls but if he even catches a glimpse of you talking to another man he loses his cool and ends up fucking you against the nearest wall :( maybe he’ll suck on your clit for a while but only because he wants to edge you brainless !! his lips look so pretty wrapped around your clit, eyes staring up at you almost make it seem romantic. Until he pulls off of you and mutters a nasty, “you already goin’ stupid, baby?”

the next two pics: him watching you while you strip? yessss, 100%. He’ll even give playful little cheers between every article of clothing you peel off because he likes to make you giggle before he absolutely ravishes you!

the next pics: ouuuu makes me think of subby/whiny Yeonjun who gets insanely hard (maybe even cums prematurely) to you playing with his sensitive nipples. He doesn’t even realize how hot it is to him until you playful do it one night during your usual weekend session. He’s so shy about it but he can’t help but whimper your name and reel his head back in bliss. His lips parted, glossy with spit as drool trickles down his face. He avoids your eyes because he just feels so shy about the entire thing as you sit on his lap tweaking with his nipples, cooing at him, making him weak in the knees. He’ll try to play it off afterward when he cums, pretending that he wasn’t just on the verge of tears from your sweet hands. But you’ll laugh at him, finally having the upper hand.

Fratboy Yeonjun literally holds a special place in my heart; he’ll probably be the type to spot you in a crowd at a party and be dead set on “winning” you over. It really doesn’t take long before he has you in a random bedroom at a party, bent over the side of the bed and moaning his name. He tugs hair, he’s mean, he’s cocky because of course he is. How could he not be. You both reek of alcohol and sex practically oozes from your burning skin. Yeonjun is careless as he slaps your ass and bites your shoulder. You don’t object, you moan louder and Yeonjun can’t help but laugh and call you a slut. Just another one of the girls he’s had the opportunity to ruin.

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the idea of boyfriend! Yeonjun who is so in love with you. He’s such a secret hopeless romantic who spends his days staring into your big eyes, admiring you in every way; but during his nights he feels so dirty when he’s touching himself to the thought of those same big eyes of yours staring up at him. Thinking about how you’d look on your knees for him, face masked in his release that drips down your jaw in nasty droplets. Yeonjun knows it’s awful— he felt like the ultimate sinner doing so, only for the next night to be a repeat of the same thing. Ending every night with softly moaning your name as he fucks his hand almost irrationally fast. Erratic because all he can think of is you. It’s all you. You have him wrapped around your finger and you don’t even know it. And when he sees you the next morning he feels so much guilt because you’re so oblivious to his perverted brain. He would totally ask you to help him out if only you hadn’t told him you wanted to go slow. And, well, he was perverted not unreasonable so he let you do just that. Meanwhile, he’s being nasty behind closed doors and jerking off to your face for hours and hours every night. He does it until he’s too sore and sensitive to even compute the numb feeling in his wrist. Yeonjun is just gonna have to do this until you give him the okay to finally get a taste of you; to finally fuck himself so deep he forgets what his hand feels like. <33

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saw you’re in a yeonjun mood dee and now i am too

i want to ride him and have my hand around his throat. that’s it 😩 i’m so in love with him jesus christ usually i’m all about him ruining me to the fullest, but ngl sometimes i have moments where i want to see him go reallyyyyy weak under me

hope you’re having a wonderful start of the week *hugs* 🩷

yes yes yes yes yes yes yes !!!!!!! also hey 😗 my weeks been so good I hope yours has been too pls take care of yourself hejejenene

Yeonjun would be so messy about it, in my opinion. Holding your throat in his hands while he groans out demands for you to fulfill. “Just like that… yeah, baby, keep it up. Bounce on it, fuck, just like that.” He’d spit on you, down your body to watch it flow between your puffy folds. Watch as his cock disappeared between your legs as the wet squelches grew louder by the second. His pretty hand squeezing your throat in intervals to hear those desperate whiny gasps; chuckling each time he heard them. He’d pull your hair and lick stripes up your chest and throat, commanding you to keep going when your body grew too tired to continue. Maybe if you begged hard enough he’d help you out a little— go on, just use your big girl voice <3 “you can do it. do it for me, princess, don’t stop. if you stop I won’t let you cum, you don’t want that right?”

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💭 ׄ ︵͡ lipstick stained, c. yeonjun

✧ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀！𝖺𝖿𝖺𝖻 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋，𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖻𝖻𝗒！𝗒𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗇，𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗆！𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀，𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗌，𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉．

𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾：𝗂’𝗏𝖾 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗎𝗉𝗌！𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗑𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗅 <𝟥

[ 𝟣𝟪𝟪𝟢 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 ] ❤︎︎ [ 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍 ] ❤︎︎ [ 𝗆．𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 ]

𝗬𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗡 shivered, his hands falling to tuck the delicate strands of hair behind my ear as I got down on my knees in front of the standing boy. My lips puckered as I began to trail relentless kisses on every possible spot of his body, every inch I could cover would be covered.

Red, wet lipstick stains coated every ink of his torso, pretty whimpers signaling that he wanted me to go on, do more. But I silently smiled against his warm skin, hands gently resting on his thighs.

"Have I ever told you how much I love your waist?" I whispered against his skin, desperate for a reaction. To hear him whine and cry louder than the party music outside. The blaring speakers making the walls bounce and the hot smell of smoke and sweaty bodies aromatic around the entire house.

The boy glanced down at me, t-shirt long gone. The gentle shadows cascading down his pretty body, luminescent in the dark light. Yeonjun gently rubbed the side of my face, caressing my cheeks with glassy-eyes, not tears but pure lust.

"No, but go on," A small smile pulled at his lips, eyes refusing to leave mine. His large, cold hand shaky as he continued to twist my conditioned strands of hair.

"I looove your pretty body," I looped a finger in the hem of his pants, jeans growing tighter around his groin the more I teased. His grin widened, white teeth visible as he ran his pink tongue across his top teeth. I kissed his skin again, leaving another lipstick stain upon his skin, "Makes me want you so bad."

He bent down, finally closing the space between our lips. Something I know he's wanted to do from the moment I dragged him into the tiny bathroom. Yeonjun's saccharine lips pressed into my, deeper and deeper until there was not a single space between our faces. Our noses smushed together and our eyelashes tickled the other. The music was drowned out by the sound of his breathy mumbles into my lips, the prettiest sounds anyone could ever hear.

Mid-kiss, I used my sneaky hands to take the button of his jeans and slowly, painfully, take the silver piece out of the loop, already well aware of his erection through the thin layer of his clothes. Yeonjun parted his lips, slipping his tongue into my mouth, his low groans being swallowed by my lips as I fished for his length.

Desperately, he grabbed my wrist and helped me, mapping the way to his pretty cock. I pulled away from his swollen lips, glossy from saliva to match the shimmer of his eyes.

I felt the wet tip of his dick, slick and ready for me. Blue veins heinously etched into his sensitive skin, each one begging for me to kiss. The male leaned his head backward into the white monotone wall of the bathroom, mirror right across from him as I ogled at his cock.

I pressed a thumb into the tiny slit, watching from below as his mouth widened and a generous moan slipped out. Then another as I did it again, the volume growing louder, blending in with the music increasing outside. The sound of cacophonous footsteps lingering outside the door, muffled voices littering the air around us. But the only sound I cared for was his little moans, perfectly harmonious.

Yeonjun dropped his head back, hand still gently placed on my cheek as I admired his cock. The way it fit beautifully in my grasp, my hands perfectly wrapped around it while my thumb toyed with the soaked tip.

"Fuck... Y/n, stop teasing me," Yeonjun mumbled, feeling dizzy. The mix of my touch and the fuzzy, thick air of the party made it seem harder to breathe.

"You don't like it?" I tilted my head, lips quirking into a smile. His eyes were lidded and glazed over, pepper colored irises gorgeously shimmering under the sparkle of the dim bathroom light.

"I like it," He groaned as he watched me pucker my lips and place a sweet kiss right at the tip, tasting his salty yet satisfying flavor coat my lips deliciously, "Too much. Y-you're such a tease..." Yeonjun groaned, once again watching as I kissed his cock again, up and down his hard shaft, my small hand holding the base so I had easier access to do what I wanted; to toy with his perfect appendage, practically twitching from desperation.

"Good," I met his eyes again, sticking out my tongue and dragging it up and down along his cock, coating his skin in saliva. Instant shivers laid down his back, head fluttering backward, hair blocking his eyes as he scrunched his nose and bit his tongue.

One more lick, needy for his little whimpers and quiet mumbles of my name.

"C'mon, Jun, don't hide this pretty whimpers from me," I pouted, tightening my hand around the base, earning a sudden clamorous moan from his pretty Barbie lips, "Yes, like that." I smiled, kissing the tip again, letting his hands sink into my hair demandingly.

Yeonjun's quiet, baritone voice was slurred, but so pretty to hear, "Please- no more teasing... you're so mean..." My hand tightened around his dick again, thumb nimbly pressing into his pink tip.

"Hm, maybe if you ask nicely," I couldn't help myself as I placed my other hand around his cock, groping and feeling every inch with my fingertips; whimpers was what I was expecting, and exactly what I got.

"Please, please, please," Yeonjun looked down at me drowsy eyed, probably feeling an insane amount of adrenaline, "God, need to feel your mouth around my dick. You're so pretty." He silently admired the stains of the dark red lipstick I had tattooed his skin with, down his chest, neck, the soft flesh of his belly. Now his delicate, sweet cock.

His large hand found my chin again, leading my head up to his, meeting my lips halfway. A tingling in my knees formed from sitting on them for so long, but the teasing gave me such a rush I couldn't stop. My eyelashes fluttered as he pleaded with me through the kiss, whispering "I love you's" and "please," clearly in dire need of my assistance. I felt the shake in his hand, the heat radiating from his riled up body.

"Please?" Yeonjun pulled apart from my mouth, quickly whispering to me with those cute eyes of his glued to me. Long lashes fluttering, breathing shaky and messy, and sweat lining the delicate skin of his forehead in a sleek shine.

I nodded in his hand, "You're so pretty." I commented sweetly, pecking his lips again. Yeonjun chuckled breathily, wincing as I moved my hand on his cock.

My red lips parted, Yeonjun leaned back against the wall with his hand at the back of my neck; eyes refusing to leave my face as I opened my mouth, finally giving him what he desperately wanted. What he's been waiting to feel for what felt like hours, it was like a thirst he had no idea how to quench. Not without me, not without my lips consuming his cock, the wet warmth of my tongue swirling across his tip in fluid motions. Eliciting those airy moans of bliss, his eyes squeezing shut each time I took extra care of his perfect oozing slit.

But I only let his tip pop in my mouth, then let go with a dramatic wet squelch from my spit. Yeonjun groaned, dismay in his tone. I ignored his objection, instantly getting back to work.

My saliva coated his tip, but I dribbled more from my lips, spitting on his skin and giving it an erotic shine. The mix of my red lipstick rings on his cock, the shine of spit, and my hands tightly holding it made me take a mental photo. Yeonjun admired the view as well, awe-struck by how gorgeous the sight was to him.

Hair messy, lips swollen from the hasty kisses, knees burning into the cold tile of the bathroom floor. Yeonjun couldn't believe how unbelievably sexy this moment was.

I rubbed my hands up and down, placing his tip back in my jaw, swirling my tongue across his tip while jerking him off with my quick wrist flicks. Tight and concise hand taking care of the rest of his painfully hard erection while my tongue did most of the work.

Yeonjun groaned, twisting his brows while his fingers braided into my hair, tilting and moving my head to fit to his needs. Uncontrollable moans that felt surreal; had it not been for the excessively loud music, anyone outside the door would be able to hear how good I was mouth fucking him, how sensually my tongue wrapped and cupped the succulent skin of his cock while my hands slick with precum and saliva begged for his release.

"God, baby, s-so good," Yeonjun groaned, raising one hand from my head, keeping the other one to the side of my face, steady. He covered his face, unsure what to do apart from moan and beg for more, for every bit of power I had.

"Gonna cum already-" Yeonjun's voice hitched, my tongue poking around on his swollen tip, overwhelming pleasure. My mouth made deliciously wet noises on his cock, slurping and swirling on it like it was candy.

"Cum in my mouth," I instructed patiently, widening my eyes up at him, so obedient underneath his whiny moans. Yeonjun damn near lost his cool as he met my eyes, lip quivering with intense lust, eyes cloudy, probably seeing stars as my tongue continued its job. Perfectly working to drive his climax forward.

"Oh- oh my god!" Yeonjun blared out, instantly blowing his load onto my tongue, simultaneously taking my head and pushing me farther onto his cock, totally lost in the haze of his orgasm. Thighs shaking, hips bucking into the back of my throat and hitting my uvula on repeat. The sound of my uncontrollable gags filling the air, barely audible with how loud his whimpers were. He breathed out in a shaky sigh, chest heaving up and down, sweat glistening down his front, shimmering alongside my red kiss marks, small hickeys loved into his skin as little reminders of where I'd kissed him last.

I felt his hot cum trickle down the back of my throat as he finally set me free, letting my head fall back, cock completely drenched, covered in white.

I caught my breathe, eyeing the male above me as he gently began to coo and shiver from the sudden cold; hand still gently holding my head but not hard enough to feel the tug.

"I need to fuck you, like, right now," Yeonjun looked down at me as I recollected myself, tiny breathes as I stared up at him helplessly. "You deserve a reward for being so good to me, hm?"

I swallowed hard, watching as he took my head and bent down to my lips, kissing in a frenzy. The whimpering mess of a man long gone, now it was his turn to give, and being in a random party bathroom wouldn't stop him.

Like he said, he needed to fuck me now.